"scorce" poems
Alone in the dark
So much more than missunderstood
Your apathy is not lost on me
The truth lies in my scars
It pulses through my veins
Invades my broken heart
Temporarily I stem the flow
Cutting off the Scorce
The relief you see is all I've got
My solemn scars and I
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC